The Battle In The Hills part 1

This is the beginning of my new story, a sequel to 'Paradise'. I will post the next section when this one gets five views on the Lyra's Letters website:

    Swish, swish, swish...
    Ranid listened to the sound of his wings flapping under a bright sun. He was in the middle of a wide field with his brothers and sisters. Sometime the sun would start sinking below the horizon.
     Ranid was a ground-swallow. He darted along, flying very close to the ground.
     Ranid's eye caught a black cockatoo. He stopped flying and alighted on a dead tree. The black cockatoo was sitting halfway up a tall tree, higher than Ranid had ever gone. From far below Ranid could easily see the striking panels of red on the underside of the cockatoo's tail.
     Ranid couldn't help asking "hello, did you see anything happening lately? You are staring at that hill."
     The black cockatoo said "yes... I just saw three bush turkeys going up the hillside."
     "What's a bush turkey?"
     "Bush turkeys are big birds with small heads that are completely black except a little yellow and red on their necks. I sometimes wonder how they fly. But they rarely do, compared to you ground-swallows."
     "If they don't fly, how can you see them under all those trees?"
     "They went across some rocks with no trees. But they never go along that stretch. I think something is going on."
     "What do you mean?"
     The black cockatoo acted like he hadn't heard Ranid's question, "Ground-swallows are lucky. You are isolated from anything happening in the hills. You are safe. Be thankful."
     Ranid was about to ask another question, but the black cockatoo had already flown away.